Going to start talking of Michael's passing, when Mom said,"Son, it is going to be all right." Stop worrying if my words are trespassing on those I write about in the still of the night.
I am putting it all out there. I am putting it all out there. I am going to listen to you, friend. I am putting it all out there.
These words that spill out Ebony marring what once Was white Is my heart pouring out. Sometimes I feel that if I were To take the darker way out That instead of blood I would bleed ink.
Going to start talking of Michael's passing,
ReplyDeletewhen Mom said,"Son, it is going to be all right."
Stop worrying if my words are trespassing on
those I write about in the still of the night.
I am putting it all out there.
I am putting it all out there.
I am going to listen to you, friend.
I am putting it all out there.
These words that spill out
ReplyDeleteEbony marring what once
Was white
Is my heart pouring out.
Sometimes I feel that if I were
To take the darker way out
That instead of blood
I would bleed ink.